The papers were full of the disappearance of the young boy. The F.B.I. boosted that he would soon be found. Yet after weeks and then months the story was old news. The family finally anounced a funeral service and laid a grave stone with his name.
Jarred had been a pony stallion for almost a year. The Morrison farm was earning good money from stud service charges.
One afternoon Jared's mother called for Jennifer and asked for her to come right over. There was a box filled with things of Jared. "Please take anything you wish and please remember our son."
Jennifer poked through the big box until she spotted a bright silver belt buckle, no it was a medallion of some sort, so she took it.
Evening at the Morrison farm and all the horses are bedded down in the stable. Jennifer always led the stallion to his stall. As she stood at the rail to his stall she pulled the medallion from her pocket.
Jared the stallion about went nuts, he reared and whinnied and kicked at the dutch door to his stall. "Wow whats wrong big boy, said Jenn as she walked into the stall."
The pony stallion quickly reached his mouth as to grab the medallion.
"No, it was something from a good friend, and now he's gone, said Jenn."
The pony quieted down and stood still.
As he stood there thoughts of the medallion and his life as a stud ran in his mind. Yet as that was going on he felt a strong urge.
"Hey stud your cock is out again."